Raptors In Space

Tragic news shoots its way through over the airwaves, mysterious in nature, details uncertain. Next Thursday's Velociraptor show put on by the new Club NME is no longer. A reschedule perhaps. Here's hoping.

Transient jam last night before hitting the night's delights. A new song of my own entitled Neil Armstrong's Wife fared reasonably well in the seven strong flock of guitar-wielding birds of prey.

Still, next Wednesday at The Troubadour should see some (upwards of twelve perhaps) raptors in space, sky high, with random attacks of ultra-violence. Velociraptor is the band you always prayed you'd never find yourself in.

But you can never ever come down. And it is great!


ROAR!